2 in a row! 3
Hippie wants it to be known that Kahlin is not a sue. She's just a creeper.
The next of this random battle should be up Wednesdayish, Hippie lives close to Blitzie so she's allowed to come over whenever she wants. :D
"What the hell is a Magneto?" Bree repeated as Charles and Beast exchanged a worried look. "Is it a dance move?" she asked confusedly. "Because if we have to go to a rave party, I'm pretty sure we'll all end up doing the disco of death. This person's thoughts are…. rather frantic."
Hadley blanched. "I don't dance," she complained, "and if I have to go dancing in a place where I have a chance to die, I'm staying away."
Charles shook his head worriedly. "Magneto is another mutant," he told the new recruits, who stared at him blankly. "He's a bad guy."
Kahlin gasped. "Oh god, a bad guy?" Banshee glanced at Bree. "Can you try and locate him or something?" he asked her.
Bree's head lolled to the side and she closed her eyes. Charles pressed two fingers to his temple in an effort to help.
There's someone watching, but I can't get a read on anything, Bree complained to the other telepath. Can you transmit an image? Charles asked. I can take over their sight and view this.
A picture flashed in his head and Charles focused more as Bree straightened up. "Professor X to the rescue," she said dryly. Kahlin smiled. "He's rather smart," she said brightly. "So I think he can help us!"
Alex mimed throwing up behind the fellow blonde, and Beast elbowed him. "That's rude," he told the Havok wreaker stubbornly. Hadley cracked a grin. "Dancing or not, I'm going," she told everyone.
Banshee shrugged. "I see no problem with that!" he said sheepishly, before diving into a bush so he stayed hidden while Charles tried to figure out what was going on. "Wimp," Alex muttered. His hands curled into fists and he shot a plasma beam from his chest at the bush Banshee was entangled in, causing the boy to shriek in surprise as the bush lit on fire.
Charles's eyes flew open and he smiled. "I got it!" he told the X-Men. "Magneto is at a laboratory, I think they're experimenting with human genes to remove a mutant's powers."
Beast swore under his breath. "That makes perfect sense for Magneto to target," he said softly. Charles looked around. He noticed the flaming bush, but shook it aside for later. "So," he asked, "who's going?"
"What do you mean, who?" Kahlin asked curiously. "Shouldn't we all go?"
"You, Bree, and Hadley aren't trained," Alex replied, rolling his eyes, "Prof. here's in a wheelchair, Banshee's indesposed because I think he peed himself after the bush incident, let's see, Bozo here is fluffy, and I don't really have any problems. So all of us going would be a nightmare."
Beast shot Alex a look. "You still have horrible control, Alex," the blue man said pointedly. "Like me on a good day?" Hadley asked innocently.
She stepped forward. "I'm going, I need this, and" she grabbed Bree's arm and yanked her over, "Phobia's coming too. I could use her. And plus, it's just fun to say Phobia."
Charles smiled at the two of them. "Okay: Electra and Phobia are going." He glanced at Kahlin. "You might want to stay here for a little while," he told her. She giggled. "Sure, professor! Anything for the guy who introduced me to this groovy mutant lifestyle!"
"That was me," Beast reminded her. She shrugged. "Whatever." The blue man glanced over at the two girls, and then seized Alex's arm. "We'll go too," he offered. The blonde made a face, but shrugged. "Whatever," he mimicked Kahlin.
SOMEWHERE IN THE AIR
1964. loljk. 1963 doods.
Do you know where the lab is?
Yep. I'll be fine, professor.
It's not that… okay, well, I'm kind of worrying because you're new, but Hadley seems to make a joke out of everything. I don't want her trying to make Erik laugh with jokes about his helmet while he tries to crush her skull with a building structure.
I won't let that happen. Telepathy comes in handy. And plus, if anyone kills Hadley, it's me.
"Communicating nonverbally?"
Alex smirked at Bree, who chuckled. "Yeah," she said sheepishly. "It comes in handy." "Well, if they have Emma Frost with them, then it won't be any use at all!" Beast called over from the pilot seat. Hadley was sitting in the passenger seat and trying to play "I Spy" with Beast, who was trying to steer.
"Emma Frost?" Both new girls were confused.
Beast pressed the autopilot button and turned around. "Emma Frost is a telepath with extraordinary deflection powers. She has a mode which she calls "Diamond Form" which turns her body to pure crystal. This mode blocks all other telepaths and other powers that involve the mind."
Hadley whistled. "She sounds badass. And shiny. Shinily badass." Beast blinked. "Is shinily a word?" he asked her. She shrugged. "Dunno. It is now, I guess."
Bree frowned. "Who else would be with Magneto?" she asked. "Is the blue problem there?" Hadley asked eagerly.
Alex scowled. "Okay, there's Magneto, who's magnetokinetic, Emma Frost, the telepath, Azazel, who's practically the devil, horns and tail included, Angel, who was one of us but left, she's able to fly and spit fireballs, and there's Mystique. Bozo's blue problem. She's a shapeshifter."
"I'm not a bozo!" Beast snapped before taking a deep breath to calm himself. "And yeah. My 'blue problem' is Mystique. Raven. Whatever. She hated her looks as much as I did, and suddenly, a talk with Magneto changes her mind and she's all happy to be blue! Well, I hate this color now! And so I hate her!"
Hadley let out a small smile. "There's a thin line between love and hate, Hank Beast McCoy."
Bree giggled. "You sure you don't want me to dye you brown?" she asked innocently.
Beast ignored both of them as he pressed a button, and the plane started descending. It landed smoothly, and the four of them prepared to get out.
SOME LAB IN SOME PLACE IN SOME STATE IN THE US OF A
1963. That was obvious enough.
Alex kicked the door open so both him and Bree could get out, and Hadley headbutted hers, hoping to mimic his results. She ended up falling backwards with a dizzying headache. Beast opened her door and threw her out impatiently.
"Ready, Phobia?" Alex asked Bree jokingly. She smiled impishly. "Ready, Havoc. Bozo, you ready?" she asked Beast, who shot her a glare. "Electra, how about you?" Hadley winced. "I need a s'more," she moaned. "Someone take me to 'The Graham Cracker!'"
The four began walking to the site, which Charles had sent to the other telepath. A laboratory with smashed windows and pieces of metal sticking out everywhere. "Yep," Beast confirmed. "That's definitely the work of Erik."
"Is he a dance move too?" Bree asked dryly, walking over to the door and kicking it open. Sparks from disconnected wires were flying, and she ducked hastily. "C'mon!" she beckoned for the others to follow, and they all ran into the building.
Hadley paused. "Wait, you guys." She lifted a hand and rotated it, and sparks shot out. "This guy has magnetokinesis, right? I think I can feel something." She took off in one direction, with the others chasing after her.
They reached a small room with a blue girl and a man in a fuchsia helmet surveying the damage they did. All humans were lying dead on the ground, and the room was torn apart. "Beast," Alex whispered, "this looks like your room right after you went all indigo on us."
His words were heard by the two, who turned around.
The blue girl held a hand to her mouth and gasped, and the man just stared blankly at the four.
"Your helmet," Hadley said slowly, rotating her wrist again, which shot sparks toward him, "why is it hot pink?"
Oh, Hadley. First the crackers, now the offending gender stereotypes. No more 'But I'm a Cheerleader' for you.
Anyway, it'll be explained next chapter how she mysteriously found him. We're trying to make this as not-sue-ish as possible, so it does have a reason.
Bye, we're going to do the Magneto and the Erik at the rave party of doom now.